Drabble postage

[heleentje]

 Felt like writing some drabbles this afternoon (you know, the type where you pick a song and use it to write), and thought I might as well post them. Just for fun and all.

Not really proofread, just tried to get the biggest mistakes out.

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1. Whispers in the Dark - Skillet

 

I can’t say what’s going to happen next. Have never been able to say so, but I know I don’t fear the dark anymore. Used to, yes. I used to be so very afraid, but no more. Fire is light, isn’t it? And though that same fire can very easily be corrupted, become something evil, it’s still light

 

You never heard me say that light was good.

 

Maybe I can help someone now. Maybe there are people who need my guidance. I will find out for sure, I will look for them, and once I’ll find them, Ill make sure they’re never alone.

 

I’m not afraid anymore. Enough is enough.

 

 

2. One Girl Revolution - Superchick

 

There was an entire world out there. An entire world who underestimated her. And who wouldn’t? A soft spoken child, rarely heard, afraid to say a single word. One who would neer speak up in her own benefit, one who let people hurt her.

 

She would never defend herself. Never

 

But there were those who had experienced her anger, and they all attested to the same thing. They had sorely underestimated her.

 

Because while she didn’t care for her own well-being, not one bit, the entire world fell under her protection.

 

 

3. I Write Sins not Tragedies - Panic! In the Disco

 

There was a lot of innate respect in their world. Never say anything harmful, but be clear at the same time. Don’t break, construct.

 

Only, at times this philosophy went too far. When the time came where no one ever said anything hurtful, where everyone always lied in case the truth might hurt, one decided that enough was enough.

 

Something had to be done. He was just the person to do it.

 

The truth hurts, but it’s still the truth. In the end, we’re all better off with it near us.

 

 

4. Schadenfreude - Avenue Q

 

There was a certain... pleasure in falling. Not just falling down in the literal sense, but being broken into the tiniest pieces, having every part of yourself smashed to pieces. It was absolutely wonderful, the feeling was exhilerating.

 

It wasn’t masochism.

 

So detached... So detached that masochism was a strict impossibility. It was just making fun of someone else. Just fun.

 

5. Happy Go Lucky - Steps

 

She was over it. She knew the world didn’t really care, and didn’t really see past the mask, so she kept it in place.

 

She had never become the mask, and knew she would never become the mask either, but behind the safety of her face she was more free than anyone could ever be. She didn’t need anyone anymore, and she was herself only when the darkness had set in.

 

No one ever noticed how the smiles were mocking them. How they only reached her eyes to strengthen the loathing she felt.

 

That was fine. That was brilliant.

 

They didn’t see her. She saw them and she only laughed. They were fools, never seeing past disguises so obvious they could’ve shattered the moment they touched it.

 

It still wouldn’t make her break.

 

 

6. A Desperate Situation - GX Sound Duel 2

 

Without his family, he wouldn’t have made it. But that was pure speculation, because he did have his family, and he did make it. Even before help arrived.

 

 

7. Last Impression - Gundam Wing OST

 

The sea was beautiful.

 

At least, it would have been if she had actually liked the sea, but now the only thing she could think about was the sand between her toes and how very annoying that was. The pier had been a lot more interesting, because standing over the water carried a certain sort of thrill. She could fall -jump- if she wanted to, and be gone forever.

 

The idea was scary and exhilarating at the same time. She loved it.

 

So no, she didn’t hate the sea. She hated the sand. Only the sand.

 

The water was so beautiful and dangerous and so very different from her (but also the same) that she wanted to leave the pier behind and be swallowed by the darkness.

 

But she wasn’t alone and she wouldn’t let go of her friends, just like they wouldn’t let go of her.

 

She knew that. The thrill remained.

 

The trumpets were still resounding inside her head, triumphant. Wonderful.

 

Like the sea. Like her friends. Like her.

 

But definitely not like the sand.

 

And now the trumpets were gone, and she was going back. She would see the sea agan, saw it every day. And maybe, tomorrow night, they’d return to the pier.

Boscombe - 2004

 

7. Tribute to Teresa Teng - Faye Wong

 

The sun was already visible above the treetops, and she was still awake.

 

She didn’t sleep. Not anymore.

 

Seeing the sun every day was just so beautiful that she couldn’t miss it. Seeing the moon every night was just as important. This was the universe, this was wonderful.

 

And when the moon disappeared one night and only the stars remained, she spent the night looking at the constellations through her bedroom window. There was the Swan, and there were Castor and Pollux, the twins. Sirius and Vega, the brightest stars, so far apart. Cassiopeia, which she identified by its particular shape.

 

The stars. And when the sun came back, she knew the moon would be back too. Always together.

 

8. Vlieg Met Me Mee (Come fly with me) - Paul de Leeuw

 

They didn’t think of each other very often.

 

In fact, if any of their friends would know this, they’d be surprised. They would’ve thought that they were foremost in each other’s thought,s but it was never so. One had his family to think of. One had a journey to make.

 

Both would always be okay.

 

That was why they just didn’t really think about the other. They knew they would always be okay, and would always find each other again, so why not focus on more important matters?

 

They’d fly, one day. One of them already did. The other, though bound to the ground, had his own way of rising above the world.

 

There was a splash of color at the horizon, a sky so exquisite, and familiar for the two of them. It was that what truly connected them.

 

 

9. She Goes Nananana - The Radios

 

And there she went again. Always so far away, never looking back. Rainbow child, butterfly child. Flower child.

 

Rain child.

 

Fleeting as rain, beautiful as rain. So untraceable and incomprehensible. Always there at the right time, always gone the next moment.

 

That was her. Surrounded by colors and never looking back, but always looked back at.

 

She knew, of course, and she cared as well. But she couldn’t stay still. Never. That just wasn’t who she was.

 

She was the turning point, the one who had access to the sky and could fly wherever she wanted.

 

 

10. Zombie - The Cranberries

 

No matter how much they screamed, or struggled, the sound went unheard. There was no one left to hear. This was the end of their world.

 

Not the world. They weren’t naive enough to think that their world was all there was, they knew there was more out there, places where people were happy and peaceful. Places where people could hear.

 

Those people didn’t hear them either. They didn’t want to hear them.

 

Hearing them would break the illusion of peace they upheld.

 

They were too numb and too jaded to blame those people. This was the end of their world, but at least they had seen the truth before they all died.

 

In the end, they were the real winners.

 
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Two of these drabbles were written with GX in mind, one of them has specifically to do with Crossroads. 

Seven has nothing to do with the song itself, but with the fact that I was in England when I first heard it (Boscombe is a place near Bournemouth, and yeah, it has a pier)

The lyrics of eight continue with: (come fly with me) to the rainbow, rainbow, 'cause I only think of you.